Dog

After a morning of soccer, to my horror I discovered the carnage of a backyard:

Soil strewn everywhere, plants uprooted, the fence to the garden broken and more importantly, my dog looking at me innocently with muddy paws...

I gave codey a telling off and sent her back into her cage for time out so that I can burn my saturday arvo repairing the fence and cleaning the garden. Mentally I was cussing but just kept it in, washing the soil away, sweeping up all the rubbish, getting out wires, wire cutter and a pole to repair the fence. Just as I was sweeping the grime away, I turned to look in the cage and realised that codey was lying down, watching my every move..

I don't know if her eyes read remorse, amusement or even indifference, but I recieved a sudden epiphany from it...

I realised its probably the same thing my parents experienced, me messing things up and them getting frustrated, be it in deeds, academia or even things said.. tell me off and whether I was remorseful, defiant or indifferent to the situation, they would still clear up the mess and set things straight.. no matter how tired they were.. it made me realise this afternoon that very simply, what codey did was bad, not that codey's a bad dog.. perhaps simply this is so with people too: perhaps sometimes its so convenient just to extrapolate a single bad deed to classify a person's character as bad.. perhaps sometimes if we were just to be gracious and overlook the indiscretion, we'll be able to see the goodness in every person :)

Codey still sitting there quietly watching me clean the place up, and I sweeping the place up silently, couldn't help but feel the anger dissipate; I guess despite the mess made I still love my dog.. and maybe this is love.. keeping no tracks of wrong-doings..

:)